Logic oozes from every orifice, y’all’s heads explode or brains melt like goo
just like the mind controlled drones do
Think you’re a soldier?
To a collider everything else is a crasher smasher atomic ripperizer and catastrophizer.
March on, towards a cliff, all you see, a precipice.
Soldier, marching towards the end, towards their own end.
Making certain that before you fall, everything you oppose will be brought down around, with you.
Marching. June. July. August. November.
Are you on a hunt for that red October?
Ethan, September wrote you another ‘Dear John’ letter!
Came back ‘as a Veteran’, now you don’t watch the Fireworks picture feature.
I love you, to hell and back,
but we also could have made different choices, to creature future outcomes, where things wouldn’t have to be this way.
Could not, ‘we’?
Are you exploding inside? Or was that just me? some goo? or some mysterious debris?
Logic oozes from every orifice, y’all’s heads explode or brains melt like goo
just like the mind controlled drones do
Think you’re a soldier?
To a collider everything else is a crasher smasher atomic ripperizer and catastrophizer.
March on, towards a cliff, all you see, a precipice.
Soldier, marching towards the end, towards their own end.
Making certain that before you fall, everything you oppose will be brought down around, with you.
Marching. June. July. August. November.
Are you on a hunt for that red October?
Ethan, September wrote you another ‘Dear John’ letter!
Came back ‘as a Veteran’, now you don’t watch the Fireworks picture feature.
I love you, to hell and back,
but we also could have made different choices, to creature future outcomes, where things wouldn’t have to be this way.
Could not, ‘we’?
Are you exploding inside? Or was that just me? some goo? or some mysterious debris?